Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.